Desire 2

Chapter Seven

When I woke up the next morning, I was in a room I had no remembrance of. I sat up in the bed as I realized I was still in the clothes I had on the night before. 

I suddenly became very panicked. Had I gone home with some random guy? Had I passed out in some random room? What the hell happened last night? 

I quickly sat up in the bed as the door opened, revealing that it was Drew in the doorway, carrying a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. 

"Good morning," he spoke, shutting the door behind him. 

"Morning," I replied, quietly. 

I leant my head down into the palms of my hands as it began to pound. It felt like a migraine on steroids and it was horrible. 

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it?" He asked, assuming I already knew what he was asking about, which I did. 

"11," I shot back, my head still in the palms of my hands. 

"Here," he spoke, sitting beside me on the bed.

"Take two of these," he added, handing me the bottle of aspirin. 

I shot him a look of doubt before he smiled and began to speak. 

"It's not roofies or anything," he laughed, "I promise," 

I took the pills from his hand and tossed them into my mouth, reaching for the glass of water to wash the pills down. 

"Oh my gosh. What happened last night?" I asked, swallowing the water. 

"Well, we were kind of drinking buddies last night," he laughed. 

"I got drunk?" I asked.

"No, you got wasted. You were completely trashed," he replied, in an innocent smile. 

"Oh my god," I let out. 

"Yeah. You were kind of a mess. You almost fell off a bar stool, you talked about your ex, I had to carry you up here, and you kind of threw yourself at me," he confessed. 

"Shit. I'm sorry," I replied in embarrassment. 

"No. I mean it's fine. I've been there. I'm just glad that I could help you because no one really helped me when it was me," he laughed. 

He scratched the back of his head briefly and straightened his back as I watched him. 

"How much did I have to drink?" I asked. 

"Well I had about three and you had, like eight or so," he replied.

"Oh my God," I began, 

"Oh my god, what is that noise?" I whispered, rubbing my temple. 

"Oh! That's just the guys! They're preparing for round two," he smirked. 

"They're partying again?" I asked in amazement. 

"Of course," he smiled, "that's all this place is. It's just one big party," 

"I can't do it again," I laughed. 

"Yeah. I was just gonna go to the library and study," he stated. 

"You're gonna go to the library and study on a Saturday night?" I questioned, almost beginning to laugh. 

"Well, I'm actually just going there because it's quiet," he replied. 

"You should come with me," he added, nudging my shoulder with his. 

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah! Of course!" He let out. 

"Okay," I smiled, "I'm just gonna head back to my room and get changed and grab my books," 

"Cool, I'll come with," he smiled. 

** 

As we strolled through campus to my room, I felt him move along beside me as we did. He was tall and was incredibly built. With his muscular arms and built chest, he made his way through the crowds as he was once again greeted by a multitude of people. 

"You're pretty popular, aren't you?" I asked, a flirty smile present on my face. 

"I guess. I know a lot of the people because of lacrosse," he blushed. 

"Oh! You play lacrosse?" I asked. 

"Why do you sound so surprised?" He teased. 

"I'm not! It's just that you didn't say anything about it before! But lacrosse is cool!" 

"You like it?" He asked, his eyes becoming wide. 

"Yeah! I mean I've never been to a game or anything but I've always wanted to. It just always seemed like a cool sport to me," I smiled back. 

"You didn't ever go to a game in high school?" He asked. 

"I didn't really do much of anything in high school. After my parents died, I kind of spent most of my time alone. Then I met Zach and it got a little better," 

"Zach?" He asked. 

"Yeah. The guy I was dating when the whole Austin thing happened," I replied. 

"I'm sorry about that. The whole Austin situation. From what you told me last night, it sounded pretty awful," 

"Well, I mean, it wasn't all that bad. It was just the ending that sucked," 

"Yeah. Sometimes the endings are the worst parts," he spoke. 

"More like always," I replied with a sigh. 

"Not necessarily but if the ending to one book sucked, does that mean that you should just stop reading all together? No. You should just find a new book to read,"